How can something so tiny can grow in a place like this? No light with not even a bit of warmth?
Warily, Moulin approached the water. When the tip of his boot kissed the tranquil surface of the water, bright blue, glowing ripples spread out from the disturbance. Within the darkness, the trembling glimmer of waters made light dance on the cave walls. It is lovely and majestic, something that touched the heart of the silver-eyed youth standing at the edge of the water.
Moulin's feet submerged into the water, and glowing ripples surrounded him. The light grew brighter as the water splashed against the youth's leather-clad ankles. The little droplets clinging to his clothed calves are as bright as golden morning dew. Staring curiously at the little plant, he approached the little rock island. Strings of light, bent from the trembling beneath the water, are reflected on the young man's body.